Rules of Disengagement: Lost and Found Family, #2
By Janet Koops
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Stephanie is desperate for acceptance and belonging, but her diva persona pushes people away. Can true love break through her protective armor?
Rules of Disengagement is a standalone story in the Lost and Found Family Series.
Stephanie Mitchel hides her pain by following the rules laid out in the Mitchel Sister's Guide to an Awesome Life, but it hasn't brought her happiness. She's lonely, heartbroken, and stuck in a rut. When she meets Jake, a laid-back, outdoorsy guy who makes her laugh and feel alive, she finds the courage to open up about her sister's death and begins to rediscover herself. But when the truth of their introduction surfaces, Stephanie's feeling of betrayal prevents her from seeing Jake's love. To hide her heartache, Stephanie's princess attitude reemerges and she pushes him away.
Can Stephanie overcome her fears and learn to love herself before she loses Jake forever? Find out in this emotional and uplifting romance about finding your true voice and your true love.
Told with emotion and humor, Rules of Disengagement examines the lasting effects of trauma on life and relationships and the healing power of love.
This poignant second book in the Lost and Found Family women's fiction series introduces several more characters on their way to becoming a family of friends. If you enjoy stories about transformational journeys and healing love with a grumpy sunshine couple, you'll love Rules of Disengagement.
Live life by your own rules and buy Rules of Disengagement today!
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Rules of Disengagement - Janet Koops
Rules of Disengagement
Janet Koops
Brown House Books
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, organizations, places, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2022 by Janet Koops
Published by Brown House Books
Cover Design by 100 Covers
All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
First Edition: August 2022
ISBN (ebook): 979-8-9865521-1-8
Contents
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Epilogue
Questions for Discussion
Sneak Peek: Family Friends
About Janet Koops
1
The Mitchel Sisters’ Guide to an Awesome Life—Rule no. 1: Always be the one in control.
October 2000
It might have stopped snowing, but the wind has picked up, blowing snow across the road like sand on the beach right before a storm. At least on a beach, you don’t need to wear toe-pinching boots. Knowing my luck, I’ll wipe out on the way to the door, but at least when they find my frozen corpse in the morning, it will look good, thanks to these sexy, if somewhat uncomfortable, boots. The weather was fine when we went into the gig, but things can change fast in Montreal.
Good night, Steph,
Marc says through a yawn while scratching his beard. Practice on Tuesday. Don’t be late and remember the van money.
Yes. Of course. Good night, Marc.
I lower myself out of the van we drive to all our gigs. It smells of sweat, cigarettes, and motor oil, but it gets us there and back. With the other two band members already at home, I am Marc’s last drop-off of the night.
I give a small wave as I turn and take small careful steps along the snow-dusted walkway.
Hey, Steph.
A voice other than Marc’s is so unexpected I stop abruptly, dropping my purse and teetering on my heels. My heart pounds, and pain pulses through my feet, causing my words to come out quickly. Trev, you scared me half to death. Why are you sitting on the stairs? It’s freezing. Get inside.
I was waiting for you.
Oh,
I’m so touched, I almost forget about my aching feet. Unless he is helping us at a wedding, he is typically asleep when I get home from a gig. Aren’t you sweet, but you didn’t have to wait outside. Come on, let’s get out of the cold.
Can we talk for a sec out here? I don’t want to wake Bridgette.
Of course.
Heaven forbid we disturb his frumpy roommate, but what could be so important that we talk now? Unless...Oh my God, this is it. I knew it. He’s been acting weird all week. I pull back my shoulders and uncross my arms. My hair has so much hair spray a tornado couldn’t move it, so I know it’s still gorgeous. I hope my new highlights are noticeable. I could do without being proposed to as my fingers go numb, but whatever. I’m ready.
A restaurant would have been preferable, but I understand why he chose this moment. The light dusting of snow covers the street’s imperfections, and the cool light cast from a nearby streetlight causes the snow to sparkle like the diamond he is about to offer me. He takes my hands. His are warm despite the cold, and while it’s not kneeling, it’s close enough.
He takes a deep breath. I think you should spend some time back at your apartment. I put your stuff in some boxes. I’ll drive you home.
What the...? I yank my hands away as his words swirl in my head. I close my eyes, massaging a throbbing in my temple. This is not happening. No way. I open my eyes to see Trevor looking across the yard, to the street, as if planning his escape. My chest constricts as tears build and threaten to fall, but I would rather succumb to frostbite than have him see me cry.
He turns, ever so slightly, toward me. I think we need...well, at least I need...more space. That’s why I thought I’d take you back to your apartment tonight.
My apartment? Are you kidding me? I don’t have an apartment anymore. Is this some kind of joke?
His eyebrows scrunch together. What do you mean you don’t have an apartment? We never talked about moving in together.
Oh my God, Trevor. I’ve been spending every night here for the past few months, so I didn’t bother to find anywhere new when my sublet ended. What did you think was going on? Why would I pay rent somewhere I’m not living?
You can’t just...without talking...Jesus, Steph.
He runs his fingers through his thinning hair.
Oh, come on. Unless we’re at work or I’m with the band, we’re together. It makes sense to be living together.
He sighs.
At least it makes sense if you love me.
I soften my voice. You do love me, Trevor, don’t you?
Oh my God.
He jumps, glaring at me, his face so close, his breath hits my cheek. Stephanie, I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry, but this has to end. I can’t keep giving you constant reassurance. No, you know what? It’s more than that. You need me at your beck and call, and I’m tired of it.
His words fall on me like chains, tethering me to this horrible moment. Despite the anger surging its way through me, I can’t move. I raise an eyebrow, and through clenched teeth, I manage, Are you done?
Yes.
He snaps then tilts his head up to the sky before facing me again. I’m sorry. It wasn’t meant to come out like that.
I search beyond him, for something—anything—to tell me what to do because my mind is as deserted as the late-night street. How could he do this to me? We’ve been together a year—an entire year during which I tolerated his bad puns and sat through countless documentaries on WWII. He said he adored me. He often told me how lucky he was because I was out of his league. Out of his league! So why is he dumping me?
Humiliation has caused a lump in my throat, but I swallow it down and focus instead on the practicalities. And where exactly am I supposed to go?
He shrugs. The distance between us as frosty as our exhaled breath. What about your mom’s place?
he says. It’s not far.
Mom’s place. Not ideal, but it’s not like I have another option. I pretend to brush some invisible dirt off my jacket. Fine then, but when the day comes that you wake up and realize you’ve made a huge mistake, don’t expect me to take you back. We’re done.
I turn and walk towards his car.
As I slide into his rattly old Saab, slamming the door, I can’t help but hope it transforms into a time machine and I can begin the day again. Please let me have a do-over. Or even a sign that this is a bad dream? Please? Anything?
Nope. Nothing but my stupid annoying gum-popping ex-boyfriend, all my worldly possessions, and me en route to my mother’s house a few hours before dawn.
Single and homeless. What a way to close out the first year of the new millennium. Yay me.
You still have a key to her place, don’t you?
Trevor asks, his voice like a sudden gunshot, causing me to jump.
Of course.
I mean, I’d feel bad if we had to wake her at this time of night.
That is what you’d feel bad about?
He lets out a huge sigh, and I perceive the accompanying head shake despite my refusal to look at him.
When we pull up in front of my mother’s house after the most awkward fifteen minutes in my twenty-five-year life, I remain in my seat, arms crossed, looking straight ahead.
Trevor turns to me. Well?
Well what? You put my shit into the car. You can take it out.
Fine.
Fine.
Only when the trunk slams shut do I finally open the door and step onto the street. Of course, my stupid boots slip on the ice because hey, why wouldn’t they, it being the kind of day I’m having. Arms flailing while I try to regain my footing, Trevor reaches out to steady me, but I snatch my arm away, nearly losing my balance yet again—I’d prefer to land on my ass than have him help me.
Do you want me to move your stuff inside?
No.
Well then, I guess that’s it.
He leans in, arms open for a hug.
He can’t be serious. My hand darts up between us. Don’t.
We stand in silence until he shrugs and walks around the car. Take care of yourself, Steph.
My back to the car, the engine starts behind me, and he drives out of my life.
Take care of yourself, Steph,
I mock. God, what an asshole.
At least no one witnessed my humiliation. Halloween decorations sway in the wind along the street, with jack-o-lanterns partially hidden under the early snowfall. No other people are around. The wind blows through my thin wool coat, and the sharp cold stings my ears. No hat, of course, but at least I look stylish, standing abandoned on the sidewalk. Then again, I could be mistaken for a hooker in these boots and the dramatic stage makeup.
This cannot be happening. I join my boxes on the porch and knock loudly, not knowing where my key is. Mom will wake up, won’t she?
I knock again and am flooded with relief when the porch light comes on, even if it does nearly blind me. But instead of Mom, a man in a t-shirt and boxer shorts answers the door. I step back and check the house number. Yup, I’m at the right place.
Is there a problem?
he asks. His voice thick with sleep, his hair—what little there is—a nest-like mess.
I...I’m looking for my mom, Helen...
Stephanie! What on earth are you doing here at this hour?
Mom rushes down the stairs, tying up her pink terry cloth robe, before grabbing my shoulders and checking for wounds. Are you okay?
I don’t answer her because, honestly, I don’t know.
2
The Mitchel Sisters’ Guide to an Awesome Life—Rule no. 2: Always go out looking your best.
Knocking. What’s with the knocking? I reach over to prod Trevor, but my arm touches nothing but cold sheets. Oh. Right.
Stephanie, can I come in?
Sure, Mom.
I roll over, away from the door, greeting her with my back.
Estée Lauder Pleasures reaches me before her words do. Bruce and I are going out. Is there anything you need before I go?
A new boyfriend? A new life? No.
I’m sorry, sweetheart. I know you really liked this boy.
We were living together. I thought we were going to get married. So yeah, I guess you could say I liked him.
"Yes, yes. I’m sorry. You know